I was the first student to hand my letter in to Mr Simonds, I didn't wait until the afternoon to hand it in during lesson time I dropped it off with him before my first class started. English was the first lesson in the afternoon and Mr Simonds handed me my letter back with the typical red biro much loved by teachers, his comments were, 'Very good effort, you're bound to get a response from this letter. 9/10 a very good start.

I was very confused, "I thought my letter was going to a soldier serving overseas sir!"

Mr Simonds looked at his watch, "I scanned your letter into my computer and sent it to the MoD three hours ago, they didn't want a paper copy because if the chosen service person is a sailor it can take months to catch up with them out to a ship in the Gulf of Oman so they wanted them all electronically, your letter could be in the hands of your allocated pen pal already."

I was even more confused; I had assumed that the whole point of the exercise was for me to send a physical letter to someone in a war zone, that he or she would read my letter and then they would write a letter back to me. I supposed that it didn't matter too much, for me; the important part was for me to get a passing grade on the assignment and I was basically one eighth of the way there.

Although I did wonder what kind of person the MoD would send my letter to but to be honest, there was so much school work to do and my dance classes, my music classes and my sport classes that the letter went out of my mind for the rest of the week. The following Monday I was in my form room before lessons started, they had taken the attendance and filled in the register and then the form tutor handed me a pink slip, pink slips were 'Get out of lesson free cards', my form tutor told me to hurry along to the English Faculty Head's room and meet Mr Simonds there.

I couldn't understand what I could have done wrong, usually when you got called to the head of a faculty's room it was bad news, a detention for some observed misdemeanour or being late for school or a complaint from a teacher in that faculty but I was usually a good student, seldom getting into trouble.

I knocked on the door and Mr. Greytrex, the head of the English Faculty opened it with a curt "Yes?"

"Sarah Clark, I was told to meet Mr Simonds here sir."

"Right, oh right! Well, come in girl, come along in."

Mr Simonds was sitting in Mr Greytrex's visitors chair; he had a computer printout in his hands.

"Well Sarah, it would seem that you are the first student to receive a reply from the Soldier X project, not just the first in this school but the first in the whole project, Corporal Higginbotham has added his email address into his letter even though they were all told not to. We have decided to just tip-ex over his email address rather than return the letter to the MoD, if we did that Corporal Higginbotham would have been dropped from the program. We're trusting you not to try and contact your pen pal by any other means than though the Soldier X program via myself."

The letter had come from the soldier via an email attachment so the teacher could have deleted the errant email address before printing it out for me but he hadn't, just a swipe with a 'White-out' brush over the top of the laser printed text. I rushed off, heading for my first lesson with my letter from the soldier in one hand and the pink slip in the other. I really had intended to go straight to my first class but as I passed the girls toilet I deviated from my route and slipped into a cubicle to read it.

The message from Colin made me a little tingly deep inside, he had added his email address into his message even though he had been told not to and he had suggested that I should email him rather than just sticking to the rules and sending all of my message to him through my teacher. Breaking the rules was exciting enough but breaking the rules with a man who was a soldier in the middle of a war zone was very exciting.

I got into my first lesson almost twenty minutes late, I just handed over the pink slip and sat at my seat, I had a red face, I know I did because my friends kept asking me what I'd done wrong and why I looked so upset when I got back to the classroom.

That night I went home and got out my pink notepaper and fountain pen again and wrote another letter to Colin.

I sat for thirty minutes looking at the email address I had written down, it was almost bed time but I decided to open my email account and type in Colin's address, just to see if I had got the address written down correctly, if I had made a mistake in reading or transposing the address I would just get a message back telling me that the address didn't exist.

I didn't spend too long over my email, I was just testing that it worked after all and I had to be quick as it was time that I should be in bed already.

So I just wrote:

I changed into my nighty while looking at my computer screen, half expecting to get a message telling me that the email address couldn't be found but I had finished changing and still no reply to say the message couldn't be sent so I had to guess that I had got it right after all and that at some time in the future I'd get a message back from Colin. I ran down the stairs to kiss my mum and dad good night and when I got back to my bedroom I had already received a reply from Colin which I opened eagerly even though I should have already been in bed and sleeping.

It was hard to describe the level of excitement I got from sending out my first email to Colin but it paled into insignificance compared with the excitement that I felt at receiving his reply even if it was equally as short as my initial email sent to test his account address. The fact that he had sent his reply from the rear of a helicopter, flying over the heads of people who would love to take a shot at him and kill him if they could, that was the most amazing part of the email and the biggest turn on as well.

I didn't sleep very well, I tossed and turned all night, I couldn't work out why but I kept thinking about Colin, forming a mental picture of him, more than twice my age, in some mental pictures I gave him a moustache, in some clean shaven, some with a full beard and other times with just designer stubble. But, no matter how I pictured his face, my head always turned right down the dirt track and I imagined him in speedos at a swimming pool. Sometimes I gave him a hairy chest and an impossibly large bulge in his trunks and other times I gave him a hairless chest and no real bulge at all.

In the morning I felt like shit because I hadn't slept very much and I'd been suffering a terrible itch in a 'Certain Place' all night long. I went to school and spotted Mr. Simonds heading for his class room so I took the opportunity to hand him my second letter on the way to my form room. My English lesson was after lunch and as I walked into the room Mr Simonds handed my letter back to me, the comments in red were, "Well done, Colin is a lucky man and will be very happy to receive this letter, 10/10."

That was officially the first time in my school career that I had earned a perfect ten in any subject and receiving it expanded my head and also lightened my step, it was like I was walking on a cloud as I headed for my seat. The lesson went well too, I was being called on more often than usual to answer questions and I was getting the answers right too which was unusual for me: 'A' to be called on and 'B' to actually know any of the answers.

My mum kept asking me what was wrong when I got home, I wasn't my usual 'Moody Cow' self after a day at school and it was unnerving her a lot. After dinner I headed for my bedroom to do my homework and instead of leaving my English homework right until the last moment I sat down and did it three days early and, 'Fucking Hell' I was actually enjoying doing it too.

As a treat to myself for finishing my English homework so quickly, I allowed myself to check my emails before I started my Geography homework. I had ten emails from friends and one email that looked like it could be spam. I answered the emails from my friends and was about to delete the spam email when I hovered my mouse pointer over it and the subject expanded from, "A Message for..." which was all I could see in the inbox to, "A Message for Sarah Clark from the front line." I realised that the subject meant that it was from someone who knew me as my email address had nothing to do with my real name so I opened the message.

A shiver ran through my body, there were photographs of me around on the PC; my dad had taken loads of me during my various dance recitals. I found a picture of me that my dad took when I was in the chorus line of an amateur dramatics show, the picture wasn't as bad as it actually looked. The show had been Joe Masteroff's Cabaret and the picture was of me in full makeup and costume, in the photograph it looked like all I was wearing was a basque, knickers, stockings and suspender belt but actually, I was wearing a full body stocking, three pairs of knickers and the basque with stockings.

I could easily have sent a picture of me from a Jazz dance recital or a ballet recital but as I looked through the long list of photographs of me in the PC, I was wearing more clothes in the Cabaret photograph than in any of the others. Okay, I'll admit it, there were photographs of me cross country running and covered in mud, photographs of me playing netball as well as pictures of me playing Hockey but I didn't wear makeup when doing sports so the Cabaret picture showed me off far better than the others.

I opened a new email and popped Colin's address into the 'To' field, I attached the picture of myself from Cabaret before I forgot to do it.

I sent the email and was tempted to send a reply to Paul too, thanking him for passing on Colin's message. I thought about it while I had a drink but then decided that I should finish off my Geography homework first; I could thank Paul before I went to bed.

I had sailed through my English homework, found it incredibly easy but because the email I'd sent to Colin was on my mind and the fact that I the camera made me look very rude under the stage lighting as I danced it was more than just my mind that was distracted. It seemed to take an age before I could call my Geography homework finished and by then it was time for bed.

I changed into my nighty and before I ran down the stairs to kiss my parent's good night I sent a very quick thank you email to Paul and mentioned that I had sent a picture to Colin so that he could find it as soon as he was in reach of a Cell phone transmitter.

By the time I got back to my bedroom there was another email from Paul.

I was about to turn my PC off but Paul's reply had come in so fast that I heard it ping as I was closing the other programmes down. I read the message and felt warmth in my cheek as my face blushed at Paul's comment about hoping that my photograph was sexy. I was shocked but also excited, my heartbeat had rocketed up and my mouth had gone decidedly dry. I stopped closing my PC down and sat in front of my PC again to type a reply to Paul's email.

I went back to closing all of my open programs and again there was a ping to tell me that I had received another email. I flicked back to my email program and checked, the new email was from Paul again.

I sat and pondered Paul's request, part of my head was telling me to close my PC down and go to bed but my heart was pumping so fast that I knew that no matter how tired I was from my bad night's sleep the day before I still wouldn't be able to get to sleep for ages so I sent a reply with the simple text, "Me in the chorus line of Cabaret!" and the photograph that I'd sent to Colin earlier.

Once again I started to close down my PC but I was in no hurry and I left my email account to last, my mouse pointer was hovering over the close option when the sound told me that Paul had replied again.

I felt my face getting even redder and redder as I read his email and my heart beat even faster. I turned my PC off and tried to get to sleep. Last night my sleep was broken and fitful, tonight, after close to an hour my eyes were still wide open. I had to do something that I would never usually mention doing, I only did it three or four times a year under extreme circumstances but when I was all het up and on edge it did usually help me to get to sleep after doing it.

I finally fell asleep but it was well after midnight, fortunately I did sleep the sleep of the dead for the rest of the night. I really wanted to open my PC as soon as I woke up but my parents had imposed a few rules and restrictions in my use of my PC and one of those was, 'No PC before school'. I didn't really have time anyway but I would have loved to have had the chance to see if there was a message from Colin or even another email from Paul before I had to dash off to school but I knew it would just have to wait until I got back home from school.

The day dragged at a snail's pace, the six hours I was at school seemed to last thirty-six hours. As soon as I got home I dashed up to my room and turned my PC on before I started to change out of my school uniform, I had showered and was standing wrapped in a bath-sheet by the time my email account opened and there were two messages from Colin and one from Paul, the first email from Colin said:

The next email was from Colin as well, that email had a picture of Colin and Paul standing in front of a small tank, they were both dressed in desert camouflage and they both had their Kevlar helmets on holding SA-eighty rifles across their chests so there wasn't much to see of either man. Colin looked slightly older and slightly taller. Both men had bushy moustaches but Colin's looked slightly bushier than Pauls.

The third email was from Paul:

I smiled to myself at the thought of two large soldiers in the middle of a desert getting changed into swimming trunks when they should be wearing body armour to send me a picture to vote on. I got that tingling feeling in my lower parts again, just like last night and I felt my face warming up again, just like last night as I closed the third email and moved onto the fourth one. It was from Colin and was a photograph of Colin and Paul both wearing very skimpy red Speedo swimming trunks in what looked like a basketball court. The text was simple, "Me on the left, Paul on the right. Which way would you turn? :-)".

I checked out the two hunks of man flesh, both had hairy chests and both had rather healthy bulges in their trunks Colin looked larger in the lower statics area than Paul but both men had more down there that I was used to seeing at the local swimming pool. Both men had short hair, naturally being serving soldiers both men had big bushy moustaches and both had very well defined muscular bodies. These men were no callow boys from a boy band that I would usually fantasise about loving me and unlike the men in boy bands, these men were 'Attainable', well, at least both were talking to me even if it was from the other side of the world.

There was the sound of a new email arriving while I was still looking at Colin and Paul, I'm disgusted with myself to have to say that when the new email arrived I was zoomed in on the bulge area of Colin and then over to Paul, their 'Junk' filling my whole screen in each case. I was admiring the outline of Colin's cock in the red Lycra that was being stretched tightly over his bulge, I could make out the ridge around his helmet and not the one made of Kevlar ;-).

I reluctantly closed the photograph and then opened the next email, this was different, it had come in from Colin but it was inviting me to join him on Skype. I selected the link to Skype and after a few moments I was in an instant message conversation with Colin over Skype. I didn't have a camera to connect to my PC so the video chat was a little one sided. Colin was sitting at a table in his tent, he turned his laptop from side to side so that I could see that there were two camp beds in his tent, when Colin turned the screen back to himself I could see his upper body, he wasn't wearing a shirt and it still looked like he was sweating in the desert heat.

I watched as Colin's hands hovered over the keyboard and suddenly his picture jumped to the side of my screen and a message pane opened on the right of his video feed and his message arrived.

I started typing and when I pressed enter my message jumped from the bottom of the screen to join Colin's message up on the right of his picture and as soon as he saw my message he smiled into the camera.

I saw Colin's lips purse, by the movement of his head and face I assumed that he had just Wolf-whistled at me."

Again Colin gave me a really sweet smile.

I saw Colin take a deep breath and suddenly he stood up, all he was wearing was a pair of kaki boxer styled under pants and he grabbed his cock through the thin cotton to show its full outline. It went right across his body at an angle the tip of it reached the waistband of his underpants over by his hip. Colin then sat back down and looked at his screen again. He just sat looking for a whole minute before his hands hovered over his keyboard again.

I didn't really know what to say, there wasn't very much to see really and so very little to say.

I had to dress quickly, usually I would have been dressed an hour earlier but I had been deep in conversation with Colin and usually I'd have dressed in joggers and t-shirt but as I was now an hour closer to bedtime I decided to wear my nighty and dressing gown instead, it did illicit a comment from my mother, she was worried that I was feeling ill or something.

Dinner and washing up took just over an hour so it was after seven o'clock and I had done no homework so I had to think fast on my feet, it was lucky that I'd chosen to do my English and Geography homework yesterday, they were the two most difficult to do and also always took the longest, I chose History, I'd give it just thirty minutes and call it done and then I'd have ninety minutes to two hours to chat before I had to go to bed that I could use to chat with Colin.

My thirty minutes over ran a little and it was closer to eight o'clock before I sat down at my PC and switched the screen back on, Colin wasn't sitting in front of his laptop, I typed:

I saw Colin's right hand drop off of the keyboard and slip down into his lap, then I saw as his forearm slowly lifted and fell as he rubbed himself under the desk, out of sight of the webcam.

After reading our chat Paul went back to bed and as Colin typed his next message to me I watched as Paul's hand slipped down the front of his boxers and he started masturbating too. My own hand slipped down between my legs and I started rubbing myself as I watched two men in screen masturbating themselves in the same small tent.

Colin typed with his left hand as he rubbed away slowly with his right and he sent a message asking if I had a photograph of myself in a bikini or a one piece swimming costume that I could send him to look at as we 'Chatted' together. I found a picture of myself in my one-piece swimming costume; I had just taken part in a race and was soaking wet in the photograph. I had never really seen the picture as sexy myself but as soon as Colin saw it his arm movement sped up a little more.

"I've blown the photograph up to fill the screen and you look fantastic."

I saw Colin say something to Paul who propped himself up slightly to look at Colin's computer screen, Colin even turned his screen slightly so that Paul got a better view, then I saw Paul's hand moving faster under his boxers and another wave of excitement washed over my body as Colin showed Paul my body to increase both of their excitement levels. I was quickly searching through my file of photographs to find a picture that I knew I had in my pc of me and my mum together on the beach in the summer, both of us in our skimpiest bikinis. I had expected Colin to ask for another picture of me but in the end he was happy to just use the one picture to help get himself off so I kept the bikini picture in my mind ready for the next time.

I think all three of us climaxed at about the same time, Colin did ask if I was touching myself and I was honest with him, his final comment as I closed our conversation down was, "Damn girl, I've got to get a webcam over to your house somehow and as soon as possible so I can watch you do it to yourself as I do it as well.

It was time for bed for me and way past time for bed for Colin and Paul, just before I closed my screen down Colin used his right hand to blow me a kiss and I could clearly see the thick wet cream sticking to the back of his hand.

I woke early on Thursday morning, I switched my PC on as I got ready for school and ate my breakfast, then I ran up to my bedroom to check my emails and found one from Colin and another from Paul. Both men thanked me for sending my swimming costume photograph in to them and both men thanked me for sitting and watching them while they got themselves off. Paul's message went on a little further than Colin's message though.

"Colin's going in to the CO In a few hours at eleven o'clock, he's got to deliver his report on how things went so wrong the other day, how Dan copped a bullet, they might blame Colin for things going wrong. He might need cheering up when he comes out so if you have any other photographs of you or you and your friends that you could send him to cheer him up that would be great (they don't have to be like the swimming one, he'd love to see pictures of you fully dressed as well (School uniform would be even better)). Love from Paul."

I checked the time, it was already eight o'clock and so I really needed to get a move on and get off to school but I grabbed six photographs from my stash in my PC to add into an email to send off to Colin before I left, eight o'clock here meant that Colin was already in his debriefing meeting as it was eleven o'clock over there. I chose the picture of my mum and me on the beach and a picture of me running cross country covered in mud. A picture in my school uniform and three of me from various ballet dance recitals.

I dashed off to school running all the way and just got through the gate before the late monitors started taking names for detention after school. I was a bit out of it all day at school, the classes didn't really register on me much, my mind was on Colin and Paul all day, I kept seeing the two of them in their small tent masturbating to the image of me wet through in my swimming costume.

When I got home I started my PC and rushed through my shower and sat at my computer wrapped in my towel again to open my first email.

I got an email from Paul as well, he told me that Colin had forwarded my pictures on to him and he mentioned that he was going out on patrol for the first time in ages but didn't know when he'd be able to email me again.

Christmas holidays were on us in a flash, I sent and received a few emails from Colin and Paul, the insurgents had stepped up their activities to try and get a news coup around Christmas so they were out on fighting patrols, out on observation patrols and manning checkpoints out in the wilds and away from cell phone towers so it was difficult to make contact. On the thirtieth of December at nine o'clock in the morning I got a Skype request from Colin, it came out of the blue as I was expecting him to still be away from his base camp until the next day. I got the screen open and was greeted by Colin in full Santa outfit and beard; he was sweating like a pig as it was midday over there. Paul was in full combat uniform and was playing a harmonica sitting on his bed behind Colin.

Colin stepped away from the computer and stood between the two beds, I could see Paul was playing up a storm on his new toy even though I couldn't hear anything on my PC. Colin spent thirty minutes dancing and prancing in the tiny space between the two beds, slowly taking all of his clothes off. I had expected him to strip down to his regulation boxers and stop there, after all, Paul was right next to him in the tent.

I was clapping when Colin was down to just his boxers thinking the show was all over with Colin in just his boxers, beard and Santa hat. Paul didn't stop playing though and he was egging Colin to carry on. I hit my keyboard and typed "More! More!"

Colin looked at the screen, then he looked at Paul who nodded his head and Colin started dancing again, he slowly removed his underpants, turning his back as he finally pulled them down. He had quite a large, hairy backside, then he took his hat off, covered himself with it and turned to face the camera again. I was laughing my head off and I typed "Boooooo!"

Colin read my message and then whipped his hat away, I gasped and then laughed again, he wasn't naked, he was wearing a red silk posing pouch so the show must have all been pre-planned. I hit my keyboard again, "Boo! Booo! Cowardice in the face of a camera!"

Colin looked at Paul again, Paul nodded his head and kept on playing, Colin danced around a little wearing just his beard and posing pouch until he eventually pulled his pouch off and stood there totally naked, his cock looked huge but it was soft and coiled up into a ball to fit in the tiny posing pouch.

Colin was just standing there with his hands on his hips, his cock still coiled up in front of him, I saw his lips move and Paul stopped playing his harmonica, he reached up to his pillow and returned with my photograph, Paul held it up in front of Colin and I watched as Colin's cock slowly woke up, it uncoiled slowly and then started to get thicker and longer until it was standing out in front of him like a flag pole, Paul looked at the camera and smiled. Then Paul put my photograph back on top of his pillow and went back to playing his harmonica.

Colin came back to his seat in front of the PC and took off his Santa beard, his moustache had been coloured white to match the Santa beard and he was wiping the makeup off as he sat in front of me. Then his right hand disappeared from view and I guessed that he was once again masturbating himself slowly as he got ready to chat with me again.

I pressed the send button, blushed a deep red and ran down the stairs to eat my lunch. I helped my dad to wash the pots and as we finished putting everything away my mum was putting her coat on and I discovered that I was going out to visit my grandparents, not just my dad's side but mum's side as well. We ended up having dinner at my mother's parents' house and I didn't get home until ten o'clock.

I was told that it was bedtime even though there was no school the next day as I started to change for bed I checked my PC, there was five emails from Colin, all basically the same, apologising for going too far earlier, asking me to forgive him, begging me to talk to him again, that kind of thing, there was one last email from Paul, it said that they had to go to bed because they had to be up before four o'clock in the morning to go out to meet up with a mobile patrol, they needed Colin's specialist skills, Paul said he wasn't sure that they would be back before midnight on the thirty-first so he wished me a happy new year, just in case and he told me that Colin was sending me a kiss as well.

I sent a reply to Colin's last email that just said I'd been kidnapped by my parents and taken to my grandparents all day and had only just got back home. I slipped into bed, I had hoped to have a little chat with Colin before bed so I was a little disappointed and as I closed my eyes I got the image of Colin standing with his hands on his hips, totally naked and I remembered how just seeing my photograph dressed in a skimpy bikini made him slowly inflate to monstrous proportions right in front of my eyes and that once again, as we chatted, he was masturbating himself with his best mate sitting right behind him.

I gave myself a little gentle rub between my legs, not a serious attempt at an orgasm, just made myself feel nice before I fell asleep with my fingers still between my legs. Mum walked in on me at about eight o'clock, I was still fast asleep, I was totally uncovered, and I mean totally and my hand was between my legs. Mum shook me to wake me up and threw my sheet over me before my dad walked in.

"We're going to go around all of your uncles and aunties today, it'll be the last chance as we're both working tonight at the New Year's Eve party so it's time to get up for breakfast so we can go early."

"No, I'm not going; I wasted a whole day of my holiday yesterday, so I'm stopping at home today."

Mum and dad started to say that they would have to stay too, give visiting all of the rest of the family a miss this year because they didn't want to leave me on my own all day.

"Who's babysitting me tonight while the two of you are working at the club until two or three o'clock in the morning?"

"No one, you're old enough to look after yourself."

"Well, if I can survive from six o'clock tonight until 'Stupid o'clock' in the morning, I can look after myself all day as well. I promise not to have a wild orgy in the house while you're out, honestly!"

I ate breakfast with my parents and I offered to do the dishes so that they could get off that little bit earlier. I didn't have Colin or Paul to chat with so it was looking like I was going to be watching TV, I checked the listings, the high spot of the morning for me was going to be 'Mary Poppins' so I sat and pondered on Colin's request. I found the telephone number of the Northampton General and called them, I asked for the ward number of Dan Heaver. I still hadn't decided definitely that I would go and be a 'Kiss-a-gram' but I did know the ward he was on now.

I dug out my basque from Cabaret and put it on, I had grown slightly since I did the show and now my breasts were kind of spilling out of the top of the basque's cups. For the show I had worn a full, flesh coloured, body stocking under the basque that covered me from ankle to neck and three pairs of knickers, the top pair being quite large and thick material. I found a pair of black bikini styled panties in my mum's drawers in her bedroom and black stockings.

I did my hair and a full makeup job; l had to use far less makeup than I would on stage though as stage lighting bleached out makeup on performers but I spent a lot of time making my lips look fuller and more pouty than they were in real life.

Colin had suggested a long mackintosh to cover myself on my way to the hospital; I had a very sexy long red silk wrap-over dress that just had one belt at the waist to hold it closed. I always looked great in that dress but with the black basque and black stockings peeping out from under the red silk and the over inflated cleavage showing out over the deep 'V' neckline I looked even better.

I had deliberately not looked at myself in the mirror until after I had put the dress on top, I thought that if I had seen myself in my underwear I might have changed my mind about wearing them and develop a bad case of cold feet. I had to put my long coat on as well but that was because it was so cold outside. I grabbed my handbag and made sure that it had money in it and walked out in my black patent leather, six inch high stiletto heeled shoes, heading for the bus stop.

I got loads of looks on the bus and even more as I walked into the hospital with my coat open. I bypassed the front desk and headed straight for the ward, I would have preferred to bypass the nurse's station too but as I didn't know what Dan looked like or which bed he was in I had to ask at the nurse's station. I got the "I'm sorry, no visitors allowed between ten-thirty in the morning and two o'clock in the afternoon." from the ward sister.

"Oh dear, I've been sent in to wish him a Happy New Year from his platoon commander and squad out on the front line fighting insurgents, they will be disappointed."

"So, you're not a relative then?"

"No, I'm a 'Kiss-a-gram'..." I looked at my watch. "... It's three o'clock over there, the squad have to pull out by four and will be out of communications range until tomorrow afternoon and they were hoping to hear from me what his reaction was before they go into action."

"What's his commander's name?"

"Corporal Colin Higginbotham."

The nurse pulled Dan's file and ran her finger down the page, "Colin Higginbotham is listed as TBN in the event of any problems. It also says here that Mr. Heaver has no near relatives and is suffering badly from depression. You could be just what the doctor ordered, just wait there a moment while I see if he's okay."

I watched as the nurse walked into a four bed bay, I realised that each bed had military insignia on the cards on the side cupboards. I watched closely as the nurse spoke to Dan, he didn't move, didn't even look at her, his eyes were fixed on a spot on the ceiling just above the foot of his bed. The nurse moved an over bed table out of the way, it had a plate of food on it that was untouched. The nurse closed the curtain around Dan's bed, stopping just a foot short of the end wall at the side of Dan's bed.

As the nurse returned I asked her about the other men in the bay, "All servicemen injured in the line of duty, we have the best orthopaedic surgeon in the country at the moment so the army sends most of their worst orthopaedic cases, especially arms and shoulders, they all need help with eating but we don't have enough staff to feed everyone at the same time. We'll feed them all as quickly as we can, starting in a different place every day."

"Should I help to feed him while I'm here?"

"Just go in there and take your coat off, just one look at you will do him far more good than any amount of food."

"Is it just me or are all four of them a little depressed?"

"Young men, a long way from home and family, trying to come to terms with serious injury and not knowing what use they will get back in their arms or hands. Hardly surprising that they get depressed, they can't even look after their most basic needs at the moment but most of them will get something back of their independence."

I took my coat off as I walked across the bay and suddenly the three men who could see me all focused on me as one. The air of disinterest changed and I saw three men suddenly very interested. I looked over my shoulder and saw the ward sister smiling at me as I made my bottom wiggle even more than the stilettos already were doing.

I stepped around the curtain and lay my coat over the back of his visitor's chair and then I walked around his bed, the metal tip of my heel clicking in the concrete floor and Dan's eyes didn't fall from the spot on the ceiling that was holding his interest. I unfastened the belt at the side of my dress and pulled it off, throwing it over his body and hitting the seat of his visitor's chair. The flash of red passing over him and the feel of disturbed air passing over him caused him to look down and he turned his head in my direction.

He was lying on his back, his arms were on top of the single sheet covering his body, flat on the bed with his palms upwards. I bent over his body and kissed him, "That's from Colin Higginbotham, he asked me to come in and try to cheer you up."

I noticed his eyes were fixed on my tits, there was an occasional flicker down to my knickers and stockings but mainly he was fixated on my tits. I saw a slow growth under the sheet forming a tent in the sheet over his body. I reached down and took a hold of his cock through the sheet and gave it a little squeeze and rub. Then I rubbed my bare thigh against the side of his right hand as I kissed him for a second time.

I felt his hand move slightly; his little finger was rubbing slightly against the side of my leg, from the top of my stocking and an inch up the bare flesh above. I looked down at his fingers; the rest of his hand was totally still, just his little finger moving a little. Dan was looking down there too. A shiver of excitement ran through my body as I got a very naughty idea in my head that refused to go away, I lifted my left knee and straddled his hand, my right foot on the floor still, my left knee between his hand and hip. Then I lowered myself so that my pussy was pressing down on his fingertips.

I leaned in and kissed Dan again and then I felt his middle finger moving against my panty covered crotch. It was just moving from side to side a little but I could feel it and there was a look of extreme concentration on his face as my wetness managed to escape from the double cotton gusset and wet his fingers. Then a little more movement, now middle and index fingers were brushing from side to side across my covered pussy.

Another kiss and more determined concentration on Dan's face and three fingers were sliding from side to side across my gusset. I kissed Dan again and felt his fingertips reach the elastic of the leg hole of my knickers. It took him a few attempts but eventually he managed to pull my knickers to one side and fingertips were now inspecting the opening to my body.

I now had a grasp on Dan's cock and was rubbing him off through his sheet and pyjama bottoms. Dan managed to turn his middle finger up into my pussy and I started to hump myself off on his hand while I masturbated him and kissed him. He soon fired off, soaking the sheet through to my hand, he made a little noise when he came but not as much as I did when I climaxed. I had just stepped back onto the floor and pulled my panties back into place when the ward sister came and cleared her throat just outside the curtain. I was too far away from my dress to get to it and put it on before she came into our private little area so I didn't bother.

The nurse walked in and stopped short when she saw the way I was dressed, her eyes quickly flashed all over the scene, the huge wet patch on the bed sheet spreading out from Dan's balls to past his bellybutton, then her eyes stopped on Dan's right hand, three of his fingers were glistening with my inner juice and there was a little puddle in the palm of his hand from when I climaxed and then her eyebrows rose as she saw Dan move his fingers.

The nurse smiled at me, "Looks like you've given us a little extra work, Private Heaver will need a bed-bath, a change of bedding and pyjamas now." Then she picked up my dress and told me that I should get dressed but Dan suddenly got another spark of life.

"Nurse, can you get my phone out of the drawer please and take a picture of us together."

The nurse thought about it for a moment, her hands were on her hips even though my red silk dress was still in her right hand.

"What are you going to do with the photograph if I do take one?"

Dan's face turned into a smile, "As soon as I get my hand working properly I'm going to send it to my mates back in my unit!"

My dress was dropped back onto the seat and the nurse went to Dan's drawer and she found the smart phone. I moved in closer to Dan and struck a pose for the camera, she turned the phone on and then found the camera app, lifted the phone and started to frame Dan and me on the screen but before she rook the picture she said, "I think I need a little more from you soldier, I want to see that you're serious, lift your right hand off of the bed first and I'll take the photograph. Your right shoulder has been fixed; you've just got to sort out how to get messages to all of your muscles for them to work properly.

Dan looked down at his right hand he had massive concentration on his face, his thumb lifted a little, then his hand closed into a loose fist, then it was very shaky but his right hand lifted slightly at the wrist. I looked over to the nurse, she looked very impressed but wasn't ready to give in, "That was great but concentrate on your forearm, just try to lift it a little."

Dan's body seemed to vibrate under the strain and concentration of trying to lift his forearm it seemed to take an age but eventually his forearm lifted just a half an inch off of the bed.

"Well done, that's enough for now."

The nurse gestured for me to move in closer to Dan's side, I leaned in and pursed my lips and touched his cheek with my bright scarlet painted lips and she took the picture, the phone had a bright flash and a realistic shutter sound. As soon as she took the picture she turned the phone so that Dan and I could see the photograph. It was the first time that I'd actually seen myself in my underwear and I spotted instantly that the panties were thinner than I had thought and I could clearly see the thin band of trimmed ginger hair through the thin nylon material.

There was a chorus of calls from the three men on the other side of the curtain begging for the nurse to take their photographs with me too. I was just about to slip into my dress when the nurse asked if I'd be willing to work my magic on the other men in Dan's bay. I dropped my dress on the foot of Dan's bed, "Wait there while I close the bay off at the end."

I heard the 'Swish' sound as the link curtains were pulled across the end of the bay, closing the four beds off from the rest of the ward. I got very excited as I waited for the nurse to open Dan's curtains, after she did, I walked as slowly and sexily as I could from Dan's bed to the one opposite, the nurse indicated subtly to me that I should cross over the foot of the bed to the other side from where I was heading, then I spotted that the man in the other bed had one hand missing and I was being guided to the side with the good hand.

The nurse found the second man's smart phone and as she lined us up for the picture I brushed my bare thigh against his hand like I did for Dan and his body jumped as if I'd given him an electric shock, he looked at my face and then down at his hand and he struggled to move his fingers to stroke my thigh. I planted a kiss right on his lips as he tried to touch me up and then I moved on to the next bed and the process was repeated once again. And again with the fourth man, all four men had tried hard to move their hands to touch my body.

I slipped my dress back on in the middle of the bay with all four men watching me, then I hooked my finger into the loop on the back of my coat and flung it over my shoulder before blowing a kiss to all of the men and heading for the nurse's station and the door beyond.

I was stopped at the door by the nurse, she was looking back towards the bay I'd just left, there was a noise level coming from the four men as they chattered excitedly about my visit and they were all telling Dan what a lucky bastard he was for getting private time with me and they were asking how they could transfer into his squad if his commander sent hookers in to cheer members of his squad up.

Sister looked back at me, "Listen to that, they haven't said a word to each other all day, well, probably all week and in just an hour you've moved their physiotherapy on by a month, given them all something to get better for. I know it's against all the rules of the hospital and we couldn't pay you but would it be possible for you to come in again sometime soon, you've really helped those four men no end."

"I'll contact Corporal Higginbotham; see if his budget will stretch to a second visit."

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